Transmigration: Getting Rich with My Space and Supplies

In this life, Rong Yan was also very happy. Although she and her husband had only one daughter, this daughter was incredibly filial.

Moreover, she was very capable; she inherited her biological father’s company and managed it brilliantly.

Rong Yan left a portion of her money to her daughter, and the majority was spent on charitable causes.

Because the wealth and company left by Qin Ye alone were so immense... immense enough that several generations couldn’t spend it all.

Thus, keeping a portion of her own earnings for her daughter was sufficient.

When she closed her eyes at the age of ninety, the warmth of Qin Ye’s hands still lingered in her palms...

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Rong Yan struggled to open her eyes, only to realize that her body was running a high fever, and her throat was extremely dry, as if scorched by a burning stick.

Clearly, the body was in the throes of a high fever, and even lifting her hand required a great effort.

It seemed she had transmigrated again.

Regarding the word "again," her feelings were subtle, for she had no memories at this moment. Yet, she inexplicably knew who she was and that she didn’t belong to this body.

She had nothing from the past to reminisce about.

But she could access the memories of this body.

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It was an imaginary era, and the body’s original owner was also named Rong Yan, who had become an adult just last month.

Originally a family of four, the original owner’s parents, and her younger brother and herself; the brother was much younger, merely five years old.

Three days ago, what was once a happy family of four... was shattered when the original father went hunting in the mountains and accidentally fell off a cliff to his death.

And their ever-loving mother couldn’t withstand the shock and died on the spot.

Now with both parents gone, only the original owner and her young five-year-old brother were left.

The older sibling was a girl, and the boy, capable of carrying on the family name, was just five years old – wasn’t that an invitation for others to covet their possessions?

The original owner’s uncles hoped to carve up the household for themselves.

Indeed, the families were discussing how to divide their property just the day after the funerals.

Since the original owner’s brother was still present, they were negotiating which family would take him in.

As for the original owner... To those people, she was merely a girl, easily married off... given the girl’s looks, she could be sold either as a maid or a concubine, and there would be takers.

The original owner did have a fiancé, but after the death of her parents, her eldest uncle, in collaboration with her other uncles, went to the fiancé’s family to call off the marriage.

They annulled it under the pretense that she had brought ill-fortune upon her parents.

The family’s surname was Li, and the son was a Scholar, headed for a bright future. If not for the respect owed to the original parents, they would have wanted to call off the marriage long ago.

After all, how could marrying a hunter’s village girl befitting? Li’s son was destined for an official position and was also extremely handsome; even marrying the daughter of a high-ranking official was within his means.

But it wouldn’t do for them to initiate the annulment; the son’s reputation mattered.

Now, the opportunity had presented itself.

The original parents had just passed away, adding to the already immense sorrow of being repudiated by her uncles, and to add insult, there was a risk the household couldn’t be preserved.

Even the original Rong Yan herself was to be sold by her uncles.

Overwhelmed with panic and grief, the person succumbed to the fever, only to be replaced by her...

Rong Yan consolidated her memories, exhaling a breath of turbid air, unsure if she should say "fuck."

Just then, a small figure burst through the room door.

Followed by his overly excited voice.

"Sister, you’re awake?"

Rong Yan turned her head to look at him... The moment she saw the eyes filled with worry and fear, her expression softened.

The little boy was very cute, with rosy lips and white teeth, especially beautiful.

But his eyes were swollen badly, and his tender white face still had traces of tears, which was an obvious sign of over-concern for his sister.

No wonder... In just a few days, the little guy had faced a great tragedy in the family and experienced the greatest malice in the world. At such a young age, it would be strange if he weren’t scared.

Moreover, what he was even more afraid of was that his only sister would vanish just like their parents had.

Rong Yan reached out and touched his head, "...Sister is okay..." She didn’t know if it was because her soul had merged with the original body, but she felt a natural closeness to the little boy in front of her.

Upon hearing these words, the boy broke into tears again, "...Ah, Sister is okay, that’s... that’s great! Right, I’ll get the medicine for Sister..."

He had just been looking after the medicine pot, which was why he wasn’t in the room just now.

"Be careful..." As Rong Yan watched the staggering figure walk away, then glanced at the nearly empty house, her headache worsened.

What she needed to do now was to recover quickly.

Otherwise, how would she confront those wolf-like individuals? How would she protect herself and this adorable little brother?

In a short while, the little boy came in carrying a bowl.

Although he was small, he held the bowl quite steadily, and only a little bit of the medicine had spilled out.

"Sister, take your medicine!" The boy, actually named Rong Jin, did not wait for his sister to ask and explained where the medicine came from, "This is prepared by Granny Li next door, she also paid for the ingredients."

Rong Yan took the medicine bowl; it wasn’t too hot, apparently warmed properly.

She sniffed the medicine and immediately deduced that it was for reducing fever, which was exactly what she needed.

So she didn’t hesitate and drank it all in one go.

"Sister, give me the bowl." Rong Jin took the empty bowl and ran out with it.

After putting the bowl back in its place, he ran back quickly.

"Sister, our aunt came by earlier... She saw you passed out, didn’t enter the room, and then left... Sister, is aunt planning to sell you? I heard... she was muttering about sending you away tomorrow..."

As Rong Jin spoke, his tears could no longer be held back and started flowing down.

This time he was genuinely scared, "Sister, I don’t want you to go, I don’t want to leave you... wuu wuu..."

His crying was incredibly sorrowful.

It made Rong Yan’s heart also clench with pain, "Okay now, don’t cry, Sister won’t leave you, and Sister won’t be sold."

Upon hearing this, Rong Jin immediately looked up, "Really, is it true?"

Rong Yan looked into his tearful eyes and wiped them gently, "Of course it’s true. When has Sister ever lied to you?"

Rong Jin turned from crying to smiling.

He was truly happy, his greatest wish... was never to be separated from his sister.

Seeing his joy, Rong Yan felt her heart soften completely, "Alright, come here and sleep for a bit."

Originally, the little guy slept alone, but in these few days after the tragedy, the original owner had to attend a vigil, and last night she was unconscious.

And she wasn’t going to be fastidious about it, especially since her brother was only five years old.

Rong Jin didn’t hesitate, he needed the sense of security urgently, quickly took off his shoes, and then lay down at the innermost side...

Perhaps it was because he was truly exhausted, or maybe lying next to his sister gave him a sense of security, he almost instantly fell asleep.

After seeing him fall asleep so quickly, Rong Yan then slipped into the space...